Alarm Clock

I'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm getting moneyLet them boy hateI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm getting moneyLet them boy hate They can't state the reason why they hate meThey're just prejudiceMore money more problemsFam I'm gonna need a therapistFunny how we prey to GodWhile tryna get hella richNever went to college but don't judge me I'm intelligentRrrrrrrrTattttttThat's the sound of that macMy n***** really live that lifeThat I can't talk about in my trackTryna get out but they are in a trapThey got a little this and got a little thatThem boy just gas anytime they rapI know for a fact they don't clap no strapsI don't fuck with fuck boys I don't fuck with fuck boysTalking like they're money upWhen deep down they're pocket bruk boysTalking like its all loveBut I know they do hateHad to drop a couple friends out cause it hurts me when they're two facedGrew up in the street but made it through my n****Real recognise real who are you my n****I'll take the piss outta the whole click that you're inClaiming you're the shit if your the shit then I'm the sewer n****I can have your girl screaming outIf you don't believe in anythingDawg you better believe in thatSide n***** all move sidewaysReally I don't mind hateCause they don't know what I've got comingExpectation blind date I'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm getting moneyLet them boy hateI'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm getting moneyLet them boy hate I'm a six foot black boyClean skin no tattsI know couple road man that got work but they pay no taxSelf employed I pay mineI don't rush I take timeI Coulda been in pen and I'm the only reason I ain't signedRrrrrrrrTattaTatttThat's the sound of that tingI got a couple dawgs in the bingAnd they're holding down on that wingNo I ain't perfect but I know God willingI will be forgiven for all of my sinsAnd I ensure you that I'm loyalI put my all in in all that I'm bringinI don't fuck with fuck boysGrew up with them rough boysHad school in the morningBut them straps were making nuff noiseNuff noise RrrrrrrrSirens ring off everywhereR.I.P. somebody round here that areaN**** I'm from Peckham where reality is scarier than nightmaresAnd nobody don't fight fairYou can lose your life hereYoung n**** got that strap on them or they riding round with that knife thereLook how far that I've comeLook at all the shit I've doneVideos on TV radio playing my songsSide n**** all move side waysReally I don't mind hateCause they don't know what I've got comingExpectation blind date I'm on my wayI'm on my wayI'm getting moneyLet them boy hate